yan's face had not changed, and he spoke in that same flat
and judicial tone of statement.
u No, I said I wasn't."
Trevelyan seemed about to turn away; then he said,
1 Much obliged."
" There's just one thing," Mr. Munn added. He hesitated,
making up his mind, for the idea had just that instant come
to him. "... if you can see your way clear to it, I'd like to
see you put your crop in the Association. If you can see
your way clear to it."
Trevelyan raised his eyes ruminatively toward the almost-
bare branches of the maples in the yard. " Hit ain't fer my
likes, ! reckin. I ain't got nuthen but a little pissy-ant crop,"
he said. "Hit ain't nuthen to speak of."
"That's not the point." Mr. Munn took a step toward
him. "It's not the size of a man's crop that matters. We
want the man in. The Association is for everybody, every-
body that raises any tobacco. And the Association will see
you through the winter till the price is right and we can sell.
It's not how much tobacco------" Mr. Munn broke off sud-
denly. The man was not looking at him, but toward the
sky beyond the bare boughs. He felt embarrassed and angry
at himself. " Of course," he said, " I don't want you to join
unless you see your way to it."
Trevelyan lowered his gaze until his eyes met the eyes of
Mr. Munn. *' Since I got too big fer my pappy to beat, ain't
no man ever named to me whut I could do and whut I
couldn't do. But," he said, "I reckin 111 join."
** You won't regret it," Mr. Munn said.
"Afebbe not," Trevelyan replied.
*l I hope you'll use your influence for the Association. Talk
about it to people. Let them know you came in."
* Hit ain't no secret," Trevelyan remarked.
^Goodbye," Mr. Munn said. "Somebody'll come and
sign you up."
"Goodbye," the man answered; and Mr. Munn watched
him move off to join his wife, whor had been standing there